I’ve spent most of this week tucked away in the office, crunching numbers with a coffee that went cold faster than I could drink it. Nothing dramatic—just the usual end-of-season bookkeeping. Some years land a little lighter, some a little heavier. Part of the deal.
But here’s the funny thing about farming: while you’re wrapping up one year, the next one is already sneaking in.
Right in the middle of all that paperwork, it was time to order seed for 2026.
There’s something about that moment every year. You make your selections, and it’s like planting the very first seed of the new season—even if it’s still sitting in a warehouse somewhere.
It made me think… maybe that’s why farmers keep going. Not because we’re stubborn (well… maybe a little), but because there’s never really a clean finish line. You’re always already halfway into next year before this one is properly packed away.
After I sent the order in, I turned to Anne and said,
“Well… guess we’re gonna try again.”
She smiled and nodded, like she’s heard that line every year since we started.
And honestly, I guess I’m not broken yet. My optimism’s already brewing for 2026 — a few new ideas, a couple tweaks — both in the fields and with the sheep — and I’m kinda curious to see how it all plays out.
Thanks for coming along for the ride.
Farmer Rod